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As the duo crosses the desert, they stumble upon the corpse of a desert madman.
“Check if he has any coin on him,” Oldjim suggests.
Drawing nearer, they see that the madman is still, in fact, alive!
“Water...” the man says feebly.
Oldjim looks to Ogbert and shrugs.
The troll spits into his warty hand then rubs the wetness on the madman's lips.
The madman sighs. “Thank you,” he croaks.
“Me Ogbert!” Ogbert says, wiping his hand dry.
“My name... is Jacko.”
Oldjim stands up to leave.
“Treasure...” Jacko says.
Oldjim whips out a flask of water. Holding the madman's head tenderly, he pours some water into the man's lips. “What treasure, friend? Is water not of more worth than gold? Besides, what good is money on the other side?”
“Inofus... Hrakin... They betrayed me. But the plat... It's still there!”
“How much plat?” Oldjim inquires sweetly.
“Two hundred thousand. Buried in the graveyard of South Karana.”
Oldjim looks at Ogbert. Ogbert looks at Oldjim.
Jacko dies.
Ogbert gets back up and trundles onwards to the North.
“Where are you going, you idiot?” Oldjim cries.
“We go Freeport. Ogbert take off glasses show whole world how handsome.”
“No, no! We have to go to South Karana. Two hundred thousand platinum, Ogbert. Do you know what you could do with half of that??”
Ogbert turns around slowly. He shuts one eye as he concentrates on the question. “Contacts?” he asks, finally.
Oldjim laughs. “Yes, my friend, the finest gnomish contacts!”
They travel day and night, burning through Oldjim's SoW pots.
In Rathe mountains, Oldjim notices the tracks of a heavily armored halfling heading in the same direction of them. Was it Filbus? The ranger had seen the legendary warlord at Grobb... Why would he be down here? Oldjim's stomach constricts at the thought of it.
They travel faster, stopping for nothing.